Yuuko

Nai

There was a crash,
A boom followed by a bam
Followed by an "Arghh..."
And then screams and keens and wails...

Then there was Reaper,
Who knew nothing of mercy
But smelled of jasmine and lilies.
He was wearing a navy blue suit
And he was weeping.
Other reapers called him Azure
That was the color of his eyes
Yet he had never seen himself in a mirror
So he took his nickname for granted.
He was tired, suffering from metal fatigue, he guessed.
He wanted a free ticket towards Dance Macabre and then a good night sleep.
He even wanted to have sex but felt that such animalistic action would not befit him.

People crash so easily. They are careless and blind.
Yet this will not stop the willow from rattling its branches in the afternoon glow
Or the ravens from mewling in the night.
The air is dirty and smells funny:
Regret and misery have spiced it well

And then there's Azure who has just found out he was laid off.
Strange guy, this Azure...
Face taken from a Fashion Catalogue.
His mind is barely of a child in Man's world
Yet in his land, he's ancient.

Maybe it's because Man's so young and frail and needs to adjust to harsh conditions.
He's weak and blind and deaf and therefore he invents for himself Idols in order to feel better.
And then… then he theorizes about his condition over a shot of tequila

On the other hand, Azure has every thing figured out or so he thought.
Once, when he could still see his hands and smell the flagrance of his hair,
When Man was still a seed, a project.
On those days, Azure knew.
Now he knows as well, despite his skepticism.
But now, more so than ever...
He needs a nap to shake off this bloody hang-over that has fogged his eyes
And made his throat constrict and left him out of air.

Man is incapable of a proper articulation.
He fails in his endeavors.
His actions are stirred either by Eros or Pathos and he cannot overcome his tragic flaws.
Though, he could lend a hand to Azure.

Sweet Azure confused about his lack of occupation, who’s puzzled at the moment by a cigar.
He frowns seeing a Goth pierced everywhere on her face and in some other places, he dares not fathom.
Lucky for him....he arrived just in time to the hotel.
It's called Nai.....letters bolded in an electric green.
Ironic, he thinks while scowling and wishing the receptionist for a "Good Day!"

Nai –Negation, Dead